Writing Prompt Write something mundane as an epic adventure story

[dummycake]

Title says everything.
I will go first.

My fingers couldn't stop colliding with the keyboard as I wrote a timeless tale about heroes and villains fighting against each other—a tale of hope, love, and adventure. When my fingers pleaded for a stop, I obeyed their command. I glanced at the side of my portable computing device and saw a cylindrical object made of polymer-based material. That material was evil; if I could, I would eradicate it and its offspring from the past so they could never harm Mother Earth again. My heart stopped when I noticed that the bottle was empty.

"How could this happen?" I asked myself. I had no water. What is a human without water? It's like a circus without a clown, an airplane without wings, a fire without a forest. I ran, giving no thought to the consequences. I didn't care that I accidentally kicked a kid's head on the way to the kitchen. Water is infinitely more important. I opened the bottle, my hands shaking. Can I do this? Can I quench my thirst? Am I the right one for this task?

I turned on the faucet, and the glorious liquid splashed onto my hand. I had to restrain myself from lapping it up like a dog. Finally, after this simulation of hell ended, the water flowed into the opening of the bottle. Tilting the open bottle to my mouth, I felt the relief of having a moist throat. Finally, I could be at peace.

 

[TheMonotonePuppet]

Title says everything.
I will go first.

My fingers couldn't stop colliding with the keyboard as I wrote a timeless tale about heroes and villains fighting against each other—a tale of hope, love, and adventure. When my fingers pleaded for a stop, I obeyed their command. I glanced at the side of my portable computing device and saw a cylindrical object made of polymer-based material. That material was evil; if I could, I would eradicate it and its offspring from the past so they could never harm Mother Earth again. My heart stopped when I noticed that the bottle was empty.

"How could this happen?" I asked myself. I had no water. What is a human without water? It's like a circus without a clown, an airplane without wings, a fire without a forest. I ran, giving no thought to the consequences. I didn't care that I accidentally kicked a kid's head on the way to the kitchen. Water is infinitely more important. I opened the bottle, my hands shaking. Can I do this? Can I quench my thirst? Am I the right one for this task?

I turned on the faucet, and the glorious liquid splashed onto my hand. I had to restrain myself from lapping it up like a dog. Finally, after this simulation of hell ended, the water flowed into the opening of the bottle. Tilting the open bottle to my mouth, I felt the relief of having a moist throat. Finally, I could be at peace.

I desperately searched through the wild terrain of foam and carpet, contorting myself through the steel vehicle with great pain and duress. Up and down and around and around I go. The panic changes my expression to a truly terrible picture of fright.

"I can't find it!" I whisper tragically. The one defense, the sole barrier against hordes upon hordes of dastardly, disgusting enemies that truly are uncountable, is absent. Gone. Stolen.

Fury alights in my eyes, the blood lust drying my throat and baring my teeth in a rictus of a snarl. I am a hound on the prowl, and corruption amongst my own siblings, their idiocy, would not impede a wild animal set to its goal such as I. Dodging and weaving through the resident mazekeeper's diabolical plant children, time was running out. Either I would be left behind, for no traveler should ever go without their shield, or I would put my little sister at risk, so frail that her health is. I could almost feel the pressure; nay, the screams of the armies at the gate baying for the blood of the innocents at hearth's rest. The sadism within their filthy dialect made me nauseous...

Then, a delicate blue-and-white object came into view... and I pounced! I was no longer a traitor by dint of my weakness. I was no longer delaying the expedition. I was no longer unable to protect my sister.

It... was mine! To my impossibly relieved sigh... I had... the face mask!

 

[LunaSoltaer]

can i be contrarian and write an epic adventure as mundane?

I equipped Excalibur, i approached the big bad. oops the anti cheat caught me, now Im dead.

 

[Deleted member 84247]

The clock ticked on and on, hungrily eating the hours of day. The blistering heat smoldered my skin. As the smoke drifted through my bed chamber, my own rotting skin pleaded for relief. Still, the clock ticked, and the day became warmer. I sat frozen in my desk chair, unable to seek refuge.

Why can’t I move!? I yelled inside of my caged mind. My lips couldn’t vocalize. They wouldn’t.

My mouth remained sealed from this agonous coffin of sol. The window was barely enough to prevent harsh rays from turning me to ash. Why!? I cried again inside of my mind, but I knew the truth all along. It was Summer.

 

[Deleted member 113259]

The dragon, Darun once again wishes to destroy the land in which gold golems ninja, familiars, mothpires, shapeshifting trolls, and punctuation marks come together. He was destroyed in almost complete entirety last time but had left a horn from which he wishes to reconstruct himself to cast the land into complete despair.

The sovereign has appointed young Syt'kr on this mission to protect the realm. As one of the fastest mothpires out there Syt'kr is adept at flying and he will need to hurry to toss the horn into the only thing that can accurately destroy it, salt water. Because this is a mission of utter speed, young Syt'kr must venture out alone.

Quickly he flies to the ocean, avoiding most of the Darun's forces, but there are still lesser dragons in the sky that can catch him. He may be faster than them but he is not even close to their level in terms of strength. One wrong move and he will be torched entirely, dooming his realm to the eternal threat of Darun once more. Syt'kr attempts to speed past the lesser dragons and almost succeeds but his foot is grabbed. He kicks the dragon with tenacity hoping it will let go but he is too weak. The dragon then grabs the horn before tossing Syt'kr over to his colleague.

Syt'kr redirects himself in the air, avoiding being caught once more, but now the dragons had the horn. He had to get it back or t the very least knock it out of their grip. They were all above the ocean so it would only require the dragons to drop the horn for his mission to be successful.

One dragon then rushes Syt'k hoping to kill this pest once and for all while the other dragon flies away to the base. Syt'kr narrowly dodges all breath and claw attacks from the dragon before he has an idea. He provokes the dragon on his hide into a blind rage by calling Darun a loser that can't even take over the realm and then proceeds to chase after the other dragon.

Just as the other dragon is prepared to fight Syt'kr knowing that he doesn't stand a chance at escaping with Sytk'r on his tail, the dragon's colleague crashes into him while Syt'kr once more narrowly dodged out of the way, causing the horn to fall into the ocean where it was utterly destroyed.

 

[Succubiome]

"My gentle host... I have finished my repast, and yet, I hunger more. While I would hate to trouble anyone, much less you, might I inquire if I could have a flat, sweet quickbread, made with a generous amount of fat, and studded with medallions of the fermented seeds of the cacao tree?"

My host -- the one who had brought me into this world, sheltered me, and yet dared to restrict my natural freedom with rules -- looked down at me, a cruel sneer spreading across her face, and cast her hand towards the plate on which still stood the veritable forest of broccoli that even my iron stomach could not down. "You may have a chocolate chip cookie... once you finish your broccoli!"

Tears threatened to run down my cheeks as I looked down upon the foul forest that she tasked me, for clearly no mortal stomach could endure such... and yet, would that stop me from seeking my treasure?

I thrust through one tree, my weapon, my noble ally who had aided me in the prior engagement -- the Trident of Dawn -- and raised it, consuming it with the cheat ability that had provided me sustenance in this strange land, Devouring.

My free hand clutched at the table.

My cruel host laughed at my misfortune, "You always make everything into such a drama."

I looked up at her coldly. "You may think you have won," I replied, "And yet... my strength and resolve are unshaken."

Slowly, one by one, I took the trees inside myself, filling my already full belly past the point of satiation.

A bitter taste filled my mouth, and yet I endured.

Sweat stood on my brow, yet I endured.

My body sought to rebel against my discipline, yet I endured.

Finally, the last tree was taken down, destroyed beyond reconstitution.

Her eyes widened. "I am impressed," she stated quietly with a smile. "Here-- have your cookie."

She cast the treasure for which I had pushed myself past the point of any mere mortal's endurance on the table in front of me, and I seized it with trembling hands, eager to remove the foul taint of the accursed trees she had made me consume from my lips... and in that moment, I realized that I had already pushed myself too far, that I could no longer enjoy the rewards of the accursed task that had been set before me.

My victory against the grim forest which I had obliterated was entirely pyrrhic.

I set the round disk for which I had risked so much back down on the table heavily, and, for the first time in my life, shed true tears.